Foe Tha Love Of $

"Foe Tha Love Of $"(feat.Eazy-E)

Foe tha love of $

Gotta make that money, man

That money, man

It's still the same, now

Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine

And bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk

And fall in the nighttime

Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses

Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home

Polishin' the MAC-10 chrome

Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your shit

'Cause once again, it's on to the dome with a fifth of (Burb)

My wig to the curb, so we swerve

And rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug

And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house

Smoke jump outta me bong, so high, now comin'

To slay with four grenades and a gauge

I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay

Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place

And quickly rolled up, bulldozed through the livin' room

Hopped out of the car and started to blow up

Buck, buck and a kabloom, me blew

All them bodies all over the room, them doomed

And gotta move fast, why? The po-po's comin'

Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny

I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause

Flesh be lovin' this money, this money

I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas

Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet

And you better believe gotta have that cheese

For the green leaves, never catch me sleep

Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime

And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that 1lello

Makin' me sale, twenties, nickels and dimes

Beat up and stick up a lick up

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'

Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven

That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat

Mission, to check a mill and still be real

Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up

Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up

Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make some green

'Cause soldiers nut up, what up?

Gotta get that business on

Even though the buddah run me

Stun me, feelin' lovely but I'm just in it for the

Foe tha love of $

Foe tha love of $

Gotta make that money, man

That money, man

It's still the same, now

Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks

Aw, shit, here comes the muthafuckin' cops

So I dash, I duck and I hides behind a tree

Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me

Now my fat sack of rocks, hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em

Police on my draws, I had to pause and yeah

It's still muthafuck 'em, now my game is tight

Tight as fuck is my game

Eazy-muthafuckin'-E or Eric Wright it's all the same

Now, niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip

I gotta have it, bitch

For the love of this shit, muthafucka

Gotta make that money, man

That money, man

It's still the same, now

Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways

Down for my crime everytime, follow me down the nine nine

And you will find all of me kind

Check out the Ripsta, now, drop down

Run 'em up outta me hood, rip's straight

When I'm makin' me grip with a me click

Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be

Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump blood

Got nothin' to lose, bitch, ya better respect Rip

Or ya best just check this slug, it's goin' down

Steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang

Bang, gotta make that money, man

It's still the same, steady runnin' thangs wild

And follow me now, while I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see

For the dub, you're done, for the bud, I run

For the love of my money

Nigga down for my thang off in this thug game

So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off

On the mission to back in the days

When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs

And wanted to get paid, runnin' to my side,

Lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money

You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass

'Cause me and my nigga was hungry

And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might just catch one

To the temple and um, Bone raw doggin'

So nigga just make this shit simple and run

To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets

And dump 'em in rivers, remember, me killa, now

For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer

'Cause bitch, you were slippin', I'll cut ya, then rip ya

Then buck ya down, steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'

Nigga drugdealin', needin' a million

Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'

For the money, these niggas be sellin'

Off in the cut, where you find a nigga thuggin'

Off in braids and skullies and when I stick ya

And lick ya, remember

I get 'em up foe tha love of $

Foe tha love of $

Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house

For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah, rollin'

With Ruthless Records in this bitch

My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone

And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone

In the muthafuckin' house

by og